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[Verse 1]
Walk in through the rusty door, don't mind the grease,
You look like you need a little piece of peace.
Your halo is bent, and your feathers are torn,
You are the saddest seraph that was ever born.
Don't ask for magic dust, I ran out last week,
I am just a mechanic for the mild and the meek.

Lay it on the table, let me see the cracks,
I handle the burdens that are breaking your backs.

[Chorus]
Welcome to the Workshop of Broken Wings,
Where we fix the poets and the fallen kings.
I got a hammer, a wrench, and a heavy gauge thread,
To stitch up the dreams inside your pretty head.
(Ooh, stitch it up)
It ain't a miracle, honey, it is just a trade,
That is how salvation is manually made.

[Verse 2]
A muse came in at a quarter past two,
Running on empty, turning shades of blue.
She said she lost her spark in a cheap motel,
I said, sit down, darling, I know that smell.
I greased her joints with oil and sweat,
Fixed the inspiration she tried to forget.

Grind down the rust, polish the chrome,
Make sure you are sturdy enough to fly home.

[Chorus]
Welcome to the Workshop of Broken Wings,
Where we fix the poets and the fallen kings.
I got a hammer, a wrench, and a heavy gauge thread,
To stitch up the dreams inside your pretty head.
(Ooh, stitch it up)
It ain't a miracle, honey, it is just a trade,
That is how salvation is manually made.

[Verse 3]
You pay me in tears, or you pay me in time,
Falling from grace is not really a crime.
It is the landing that hurts, so I pad the floor,
Now spread them out wide, let's test them once more.

[Chorus]
Welcome to the Workshop of Broken Wings,
Where we fix the poets and the fallen kings!
I got a hammer, a wrench, and a heavy gauge thread,
To stitch up the dreams inside your pretty head!
(Yeah, fly away now!)
It ain't a miracle, honey, it is just a trade,
That is how salvation is manually made.

Just a trade...
Mind the step on your way out.